Submissions Tagged 'Drunk'

A man named Cookie walked into city hall the other day. It was in a nice, upscale, liberal part of town. Big, old oak trees line the streets, kids ride their bikes.

It’s safe.

So safe, there aren’t any metal detectors on the premises. So Cookie walked right into city hall, and set off no alarms. Then he went to the town meeting, pulled out his gun and started shooting.

With one shot, he was an assailant. With the next, a killer. By the time he was finished, Cookie was a mass murderer.

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